novelHunt 2
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
California, America
After a week...
As she looked at the huge red and white structure of the theatre, Isaros rearranged her hat and walked into the theatre with the crowd.
The theatre was playing the Spanish musical Wild Cats, and the female lead was singing beautifully in a clear voice.
Beyond the stage was a half-full seating area, from which applause could be heard once every now and then.
Isaros looked for a seat at a higher elevation while the buzz of the audiences' chatter surrounded her. She was constantly checking on her hat as it was an aura covering hat that's been enchanted with witchcraft, and it could alter her aura for short periods of time in order to distort the Blood Breeds' sensing abilities.
This was one of the assets belonging to the Holy Fist Palace's Combat Association, and this was one of the fastest channels to contact the Combat Association.
The seats above Isaros was empty. She waited for a while, looking as though she was paying attention and was enjoying the musical, but she was actually staying wary of her surroundings. In case Combat Association had any replies, the seats would definitely be occupied.
Half an hour had gone by unnoticeably, when two silhouettes finally emerged silently from Isaros' right side and were walking towards the two empty seats above Isaros as they traversed the crowd.
The duo sat in two seats above her.
Isaros suddenly smelled a familiar body fragrance enveloping her.
"Sister, " the person beside her finally spoke.
Isaros turned around, her pupils dilated.
"Arisa?! Vivien!?"
The people sitting beside her were actually these beautiful sisters of hers, Arisa and Vivien.
"Why are you here?" Isaros' head suddenly looked stern.
Once we heard news of sister, we proactively asked to come, since we haven't met you for a long time, " Risa immediately explained as she observed her sister's concerned look." Relax, we came out under very secretive planning. Nobody would have known."
Now that Secret Party is pursuing me closely, it's too dangerous to be around me!" Isaros said with a stern tone."You're too rash, Arisa, you even brought Vivien over! What if something dangerous happened?"
"Relax, we have experts protecting us, " Vivien raised her fist and shook it around."Sister Quentin brought a few men over on a trip anyway, so we have followed along."
"Quentin? One of the four warlords of the Combat Association?" Isaros also knew of the situation during the ambush on Wellington, which was directed against the Holy Fist Palace. There were two names that had begun circulating in the underground society; the Two Generals and the Four Warlords, The Two Generals were obviously referring to Hochman and Dahm, who possessed terrifying abilities comparable to high-level Blood Breeds, which could shake any Blood Breeds or Witches. Whereas the Four Warlords referred to the four people who were always managing the external affairs of the Holy Fist Palace.
These four people were Xander, Cece, Quentin and the Vice President of the Nighthawks, Baldy. They managed most of the daily affairs and public relations, as well as directing large amounts of personnel, whether it was Combat Association's extensive network within and beyond America, or the world-class web of relationships developed by their second batch students, or even the training and employment of Nighthawks, the purely violent organization of mercenaries.
"That's good if Quentin was here, " Isaros sighed in relief, after knowing that Holy Fist Palace didn't simply let these kids out without any protective measures in place."I am here on some official business so bring me to Miss Quentin, I have some matters to discuss with her. Also, Pritto and other Light Party representatives are waiting for me outside."
Seeing that there were indeed some official matters, Arisa had also become serious.
"Sister Quentin is in that seat over there discussing business with someone else, let me bring you there."
"Okay, " to be honest, Isaros felt helpless too; now she was too deeply intertwined in the Scarlet Moon Clan of the Light Party. Not only had she killed off countless vampires of the Secret Party, she'd even killed off a few Low-Level Blood Breeds up to this point. More importantly, Pritto's Scarlet Moon Holy Technique was indeed deep within her consciousness, planted by the Death Apostle of the Scarlet Moon Clan. She would be unable to remove it unless another Death Apostle extracted it.
This has caused her to climb even higher on the Secret Party's hit list.
As she stood up with Arisa and Vivien, Isaros walked out of a door on her left, through a dark corridor covered in black carpets, into some sparsely distanced mid-air suites hanging from the second floor. In front of a door was a muscular woman in a black shirt who was playing with a silver knife in her hand. As that lady laid eyes upon Arisa and company, she immediately stood aside to allow entrance without uttering a word.
Arisa smiled at the lady politely and then knocked on the door.
"Sister Quentin."
"Oh, Arisa, Come on in, " a clear woman's voice could be heard from within, as she spoke was a clean, neat American accent.
The door was opened slowly from the inside. The trio walked into the suite, which already had a beautiful lady wearing a red silk cheongsam inside. Even though she was wearing such a seductive cheongsam, the lady maintained a strong, elegant vibe; and that was Quentin of the Holy Fist Palace.
Quentin's brows were drawn diagonally together and were straight as a pen. Her eyes were very spirited and a sharp nose coupled with her lovely fair skin; her elegant look was completed with a glass of wine in her hand and crossed, long slender legs.
The man sitting opposite her was a balding, middle-aged man who looked terrified and as though he was showing respect towards her. Although he was obviously older than Quentin, the power hierarchy gave a misconception that she was the more senior than him.
At this instance, the man was breaking out in cold sweat and had lowered his head in fear of looking Quentin in the eyes, which made people wonder what had happened just now.
"Alright, since Miss Quentin have some company at the moment, I shall take my leave."
"Please, " Quentin waved her hand, "remember that you must give us the stock in time, as promised."
"Of course milady, of course, " the middle-aged man stood up and bowed repeatedly."Thank you very much, Miss Quentin, I hope our cooperation runs smooth."
"Likewise."
The man then left the room hurriedly, and one could even faintly hear his relaxed sigh at the instant the door was closed.
Quentin then moved her eyes to the trio, and her gaze landed upon Isaros who was standing behind.
"I believe this is the Arisa's sister, Isaros?" she stood up, indicating to the server to pour them some drinks.
Isaros had felt a strong aura suppression upon entering the suite, which was a natural sensing ability of hers, acquired from the long period of combat with and killing of Blood Breeds and vampires. She realized that when she was against some stronger foes, the opponents' aura would naturally produce a form of suppression.
It was the same as Quentin who was right in front of her; the aura within her was so strong that it was beyond comprehension for humans.
"As expected of an expert of the Holy Fist Palace, " she nodded as she admitted her identity.
Quentin smiled and took a sip off the wine in her glass.
"Even though I really couldn't wait to greet you, it wouldn't have looked courteous if I didn't take care of a few guests who'd come from faraway towns."
She looked at the suite's left side of the door with some deep thoughts, as though she saw through the wall there into some scenery beyond the walls.
Bam!!
A group of shadows suddenly barged in and rushed straight towards Quentin like black arrows. Despite the speed of their attack, they didn't produce a single noise.
"Ambush!" Isaros' focus shuddered and she grabbed both Arisa and Vivien's collars with each hand, lifting them up with ease to avoid the collision with the shadows.
What followed were more shadows rushing into the building, targeting the trio while ignoring the waitresses' screams.
At this point, Quentin had already single-handedly taken down the shadow who'd first engaged her by tapping onto its head. The shadow broke down and turned into ash, obvious signs that identified a vampire.
With a turn on her head, the slender legs beneath her cheongsam had launched a series of kicks towards the shadows outside, with a speed that seemed to be slightly above those shadows.
As Garen's ability had increased, her strength had also taken a giant leap forward, which made handling these vampires and Low-Level Blood Breeds a breeze.
"Since you're here, why don't you stay!"
Just as she ended her sentence, both of Quentin's legs had hit every single shadow within a flicker of an eye.
Bambambam!!
With a few consecutive bursts, the shadows were sent flying and exploded into ashes.
But in this instance, one of the shadows did not have any reaction. It advanced instead of being blown back, took a sharp turn and produced a burst of speed, rushing into Quentin's proximity.
With a crackling sound, the smile on Quentin's face turned stern.
"You are??!!" she had not even completed her sentence before she was sent flying backward, crashing onto tables and chairs in the suite, only stopping when she hit the bulletproof glass wall. There was a trickle of blood flowing from her abdomen, and it was seen dripping on the black shadow's hand as well.
"You... !!" Quentin displayed an unbelieving look as she glared at the black shadow. She could barely protect her vitals in the heat of the moment, but she still couldn't avoid being heavily injured.
To the surprise of Arisa and Vivien, the black shadow pulled the hood off its head, and bright red hair was flaunted. It was actually a seductive-looking, beautiful lady.
"To be able to catch so many small fries, all the prep work I did was well worth it, " Tu Lan had a satisfied smirk on her face.
By faking that she was headed for other states and lure away the pursuer of the Holy Fist Palace, she had actually collaborated with people from the Secret Party to wait for a time to retaliate. Now that she had done it, she'd managed to catch these small fries and important people, on top of the successful retaliation.
"Such hard work, how can I go back empty-handed?" Tu Lan smiled. She suddenly moved her wrist and blocked Quentin's knee that had been abruptly launched towards her, before Tu Lan took a few steps back and stood in the middle of the suite.
"Indeed... it's rare that you come out, how can let me go back empty-handed?" a calm male's voice was suddenly heard from the doorstep behind her.
Tu Lan's smiling face turned ice cold in that instant. She slowly turned around to see a handsome young man, who had not been there previously, standing by the door. That man was as perfectly radiant as Apollo himself, but one of his eyes was not radiant; it held nothing but a cold gaze.
"Garen... !"
Bam!
Tu Lan rammed the right side of the wall immediately, and chose to flee in that instant!
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